Chapter Fourteen
By the time Marco pulled the car up to the front of the house, Olivia was snuggled into Nico's chest, her arm wrapped around his waist, sound asleep. Nico reached over, pulled on the car door handle, then kicked it open wider with his foot. He gently maneuvered Olivia into his lap, cradling her in his arms as he slowly and carefully got out of the car. She hadn't moved a muscle.
Marco had opened the front door, so Nico's path was clear all the way to his bedroom. Scratch that, their bedroom. He'd had Maria transfer Olivia's things to his room while they'd been gone.
Speaking of which, Maria materialized at the top of the stairs. "Will you be needing any assistance, Mr. Conti?"
"No, Maria. Go to bed. I've got this."
She tipped her head before taking her leave down the hall and disappearing up the stairs.
Nico placed Olivia on the bed and removed her shoes before going into the closet to change out of his suit, slip on a pair of sweats, and grab a t-shirt for Olivia. By the time he returned, she'd rolled onto her side, hands fisted under her chin, and legs curled up to her chest. He sat on the side of the bed, his finger tracing a line down her arm. He didn't want to wake her, but she couldn't sleep in the gown. Rhinestones digging into her skin sounded anything but comfortable.
She did look beautiful in the gown, though. When she'd come walking down the stairs earlier that afternoon, just like when he'd first seen her in it, he'd wanted to fuck her. Only the thought of needing them married that day had kept his hands off her.
And now, hours later, she was his wife.
He looked down at her sleeping form. Her long black lashes painting a crescent on her cheeks. Her slightly parted lips. The even rise and fall of her chest. Something in his heart squeezed, and for a second, he thought he was having a fucking heart attack. But he soon realized it was Olivia and the responsibility he now felt for her when he'd never given two shits about anyone before. Sure, he loved his family and cared about the well-being of his friends, but it wasn't the same thing. Olivia was his to protect—she belonged to him—and he'd be damn sure nothing ever harmed her, or die trying.
He slid the zipper down her back then worked one of her arms out of the sleeve. She moaned, rolling, her eyes blinking open. He helped her to sit up. "Let's get you out of this dress and into something more comfortable to sleep in."
She looked around, clearly disoriented before nodding and slipping her other arm from the sleeve. The bodice pooled around her waist and she unsteadily got to her feet, the dress falling down her legs to puddle on the floor.
He'd had every intention of draping her in his shirt, but with her standing in front of him, every intention, good or otherwise, flew from his head. All he could see were her tits, and all he could think about was how much he wanted to suck on them.
"Come here," he said, spreading his legs so she could step between them. He grabbed her hips as soon as she came near. Her hands landed on his shoulders, and he pulled her even closer. He took what he wanted, his mouth feasting at her breast. He heard her sharp intake of breath as he softly bit, rolling her nipple between his teeth.
Her fingers dug into his bare shoulders, encouraging him to suck harder. But soon that wasn't enough. He wanted more. His fingers curled under the flimsy bands of elastic at her hips, and after an effortless snap, he tossed her ruined panties to the floor.
He'd gotten to know her body well over the past week. Knew what she liked and used it to his advantage. He slid his hands to her ass so he could maneuver her closer and put his lips on her stomach. Trailing kisses to her hip bone, he felt her stomach muscles fluttering under his touch. He dragged his hands down the backs of her legs, his fingers finding the soft skin of her inner thighs, slowly caressing up to the heat of her pussy.
Pushing her back a step, he got to his knees in front of her. His teeth nipped at her hipbone, and his tongue flicked out to taste and tease at a spot he knew drove her wild. As if to confirm that, her fingers dove into his hair, pulling his head impossibly closer.
His fingers found her heat and spread her lips, skimming through her slick folds. His lips traveled lower, over the small patch of feather-soft curls to the tiny nub he knew would send her over the edge.
Her legs shook as his mouth claimed her clit, his hands at her thighs and hers in his hair, her only support. He felt the tug at his scalp and growled even as he sucked harder, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
She was panting now, pressing her pussy into his face, making his cock so fucking hard it was almost a distraction from what he was doing. That he couldn't have, he was enjoying it too much.
With a groan, he grabbed her wrists, prying her hands from his hair as he sat on the bed, lying back. "Come straddle my face, baby. I need a free hand for my cock, you're driving me insane."
She climbed on the bed but didn't do as he ordered. Instead, she surprised him by turning her ass toward his face while her mouth went for his cock. She'd grown a bit more adventurous as their time together progressed. He'd taught her how he liked his dick sucked, and she'd picked it up pretty quickly. What she lacked in skill, she more than made up for in enthusiasm.
She pushed down his waistband, freeing his erection.
The feel of her wet mouth sliding over his length, taking him in impossibly deep, made him catch his breath. "Fuck. You're gonna kill me."
He heard and felt her giggle, the vibrations going straight to his balls, and he knew right then he would never get enough of her. Palming her inner thighs, he spread her legs wider before planting his hands on her hips and drawing her pussy down to his mouth. That's when she moaned, and he didn't just feel it in his balls, he felt it through his whole fucking body.
His hands directed her hips as he worked at her clit but once his tongue speared her opening, she soon took over her movements, fucking herself on his tongue. She was close, he could tell because she lost coordination. Her hand at the base of his dick no longer moved, just squeezed, and her mouth no longer sucked, just hovered over his tip, covering it in her hot breath. A carefully placed thumb was all it took to have her spiraling over the edge.
He lifted her hips and smacked her ass before helping her rotate around. He wanted inside her. Now. "Don't move."
She was on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. He got up and stood behind her. Yanking off his sweats, he grasped her hips and slid himself home, deep inside the best fucking pussy he'd ever had.
He knew he had his work cut out for him. It always took her a while to get off a second time. The extra work was not a hardship. He leaned over her, one hand reaching around her, his fingers finding and plucking at her nipple, while the other moved from her hip so he could play with her clit. With no room or leverage to piston in and out, he ground his pelvis against her ass, rotating his hips. It was the sweetest fucking torture.
Soon her ass started wiggling, and he took that as his cue. Standing back up, he grabbed her hips, withdrew and then slammed back in. Over and over. Sweat trailed down his spine into the crack of his ass and still, he kept going. Olivia's arms gave out, splayed wide across the bed, head turned, cheek to the comforter to breathe. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were parted while she panted out little moans.
So fucking beautiful.
And then she shattered. He saw it on her face and felt it on his cock as her pussy spasmed around him. As if set free, his orgasm hit, and he exploded inside her.
Nico played with Olivia's soft curls, running the long strands of her hair through his fingers. It hadn't taken her long to fall back to sleep after he'd tucked her under the covers and secured her at his side.
It had been a long and stressful day for her. He knew he'd rushed the wedding, but she'd surprised him by agreeing to it so readily. Not that he was complaining, he'd just expected more of a fight. He smiled to himself when he realized he was a little disappointed he hadn't had to use any of the arguments he'd prepared in defense to her objections. Few people surprised him, but his new bride was full of them. He liked that he didn't know what to expect from her next.
He listened to her even breaths, the gentle rhythm strangely soothing, and he felt his lids grow heavy. He'd never spent the night with a woman, and Olivia had been no exception. He'd always left her bed after they'd had sex and returned to his own. With as nice as it felt having her tucked beside him, and the peacefulness she brought him, he was glad he'd decided to move her into the master suite. His lips tipped up as he felt himself drifting, wondering if she was the elusive drug he'd been searching for.
The miracle cure to help him sleep.